A SHORT HALLOWEEN POEM
                       Author Unknown


                The house looks empty
                There's no one around
                There isn't a sight
                There isn't a sound
                In the darkness each year
                I feel the same shame
                having eaten the treats
                before the kids came! 


      	      OCTOBER
      	  by Maurice Sendak

      	    In October 
      	    I'll be host 
       	   to witches, goblins 
       	   and a ghost. 
       	   I'll serve them 
       	   chicken soup 
       	   on toast. 
       	   Whoopy once 
       	   whoopy twice 
       	   whoopy chicken soup 
         	    with rice. 




                    HUMPHREY THE BLUE NOSED PUMPKIN 
                             by Author Unknown


         You know pumpkins are orange and grow on a vine, 
         Baked in a pie, they taste mighty fine, 
         But have your heard, 
         Of a pumpkin quite absurd as...? 

         Humphrey the Blue-Nosed Pumpkin 
         Had a very obvious nose. 
         And if you ever saw it, 
         You might even say it shows. 

         All of the other pumpkins, 
         Used to laugh and call him names. 
         They never let poor Humphrey 
         Play in any pumpkin games. 

         Then one foggy Hallow's Eve, 
         The Great Pumpkin did say, 
         "Humphrey, with your nose so blue, 
         You'll make all the ghosts say BOO!" 
         Then all the pumpkins loved him, 
         And they shouted out with glee, 
         "Humphrey, the Blue-Nosed Pumpkin, 
         You'll go down in history!" 




                 GHOST 
             by Jack Prelutsky

          I saw a ghost 
          that stared and stared 
          And I stood still 
          and acted scared. 
          But that was just 
          a big pretend. 
          I knew that ghost... 
          ....it was my friend! 
                                  

 THERE WERE TWO GHOSTESSES
      Anonymous

There were two ghostesses,
Sitting on two postesses,
Eating bread and toastesses.
Weren't they beastesses
To make such feastesses?



TRICK OR TREK
by Ogden Nash

If my face is white as a newmade sail,
It's not that it's clean, it's simply pale.
The reason it's pale as well as clean:
I'm a shaken survivor of Hallowe'en.
The little ones of our community
This year passed up no opportunity;
You should have seen the goblins and witches;
At our expense, they were all in stitches.
They shook with snickers from warp to woof
When our doormat landed on the roof.
And take a look at our garden's format -
It now resembles the missing doormat.
The doorbell got torn out by the roots,
So our guests announce themselves tooting flutes.
Don't blame me if I wince or flinch,
They tore the fence down inch by inch.
Forgive me if I flinch or wince,
We haven't seen our mailbox since,
And we can't get into our own garage
Since they gave the door that Swedish massage.
All this perhaps I could forgive,
In loving kindness I might live,
But on every window they scrawled in soap
Those deathless lines, Mr. Nash is a dope.
At the very glimpse of a Jack-o-lantern
I've got one foot on the bus to Scranton.
When Hallowe'en next delivers the goods,
You may duck for apples - I'll duck for the woods.

                            

   	    PUMPKIN
	  by Valerie Worth

	After its lid
	Is cut, the slick
	Seeds and stuck
	Wet strings
	Scooped out,
	Walls scraped
	Dry and white,
	Face carved, candle
	Fixed and lit,

	Light creeps
	Into the thick
	Rind: giving
	That dead orange
	Vegetable skull
	Warm skin, making
	A live head
	To hold its
	Sharp gold grin.